Monday, September 19, 2016
When I was born, my grandfather gave me the name “AON”; this is a name of an animal in Laos. He pictured me as a groundhog, and called me a little groundhog. This was quite cute and very sweet of him. I remember, when I was little girl and living in Laos, he had always reminded me of his given name, and he seemed so proud of it. My mother said he had given a name to only me. I believed he thought I was a fat baby and that’s why he named me after a groundhog. Besides, the name after that animal my name doesn’t mean anything. I love my name, and don’t want to change it. It’s already short and easy to pronounce. Unlike, some people that I know who have very difficult name. Now that I moved to Chicago, I don’t have trouble with this name; Most of my friends can say it without any problem. A funny story about my name is my husband likes to play jokes. He said I am a rich person because I’m the owner of the insurance company that’s also call AON. Every time when walk by the AON building, he always asks “How is your business going, isn’t better than last year?” It’s funny, but I love it.